Outlaw Queen Set present day, not long after Marian's return Regina/Robin = angsty/smut((ish))?..
She didnt come here to do this but nonetheless it's happening but as long as they just trade kisses, its nothing just kisses, kisses she doesn't deserve but will take anyway.
Its cold that's why they stood so close to each other, she wouldn't listen that's why he grabbed her arm to pull her in, he wouldn't look her in the eye that's why she cupped his chin with her hand, he was angry that's when he pushed her against the tree.
He desires her, its evident in the way he rolls his tongue into her mouth almost immediately, its evident in the way one hand digs greedy fingers into her hip, the way the other runs ceaselessly up down up her side, presses against her ribs, bunches the material of her coat.
He kisses and kisses her and she lets him, lets him undo her coat buttons, lets his hands resume their path, fingertips denied flesh, ghost her skin through fine fabric, a barrier that remains, a flimsy facade of decency.
She won't let him cross that questionable line, wont allow him to touch her in the way they both want, pushes his hand away to her hip, away from her aching heat.
Its just a kiss, just a kiss but she wont return him to his wife, wanting, in need of relief that belongs to her. A wife he swears he will not return to but a wife he deserves and she determines he will have.
Its perverse to deny him her body, a last ditch attempt at self preservation but to give him relief with her hand, to take him heavy and hot in her palm, to ignore his protests that he is hers and hers alone yet revel in the cry of her name from his lips as he nears his release.
She can offer him this, just this kiss, just her hand, alone in the woods which she swears will be the last time, just this and nothing else. She will give him back everything he lost, everything she took in the first place, he can have it all and this will be just a memory. Just one more memory like the first and only kiss in their rediscovered past when she was a Queen and he was just a thief. Just one innocent comfort filled kiss, one sweet memory, perhaps the only one.
Just one glorious shared night when they were equal and she was just herself, her heart and soul one, filled with light and hope and he was just hers and hers alone.
Just one more kiss, just one roll more of his hips against hers, just one more mingled breath, just one more stolen moment, just the two of them, just a memory.